Grow in the book

Gorky said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." And I said; "Books are a good medicine for human boring life." The book is the home of my soul, and the book is the garden where I grew up, which makes me feel endless happiness. Later, I gradually became crazy. "There is no regrets when I gradually widen my clothes.

I love books, poetry, essays, novels like magnets generally attract me, and they are like "the beauty of the cover, to raise my old man." Once loved Jin Yong, Gu Long martial arts, also used as a classical novel Intoxicated, I often feel that "there are thousands of people looking for him in the crowd, and when I look back, the man is in a dim light," and the book makes the boring life bit by bit, and the body and mind are growing subtly.

I love poetry. The beauty of poetry lies in their picturesque meaning. The moving feelings are the beauty of “Da Jiangdong going to the waves to wash out”, and there is also the tranquility of “Birds in the poolside trees, knocking on the moon.” There is a patriotic feeling of "Thirty merits of dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons." There is also the "hurry, this time goes back, thousands of times "Yangguan", but also difficult to stay." The lingering. There is also the grief of the country that “the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and the life is heavy and rainy.” There is also the grief of love that "when the warmth is still cold, the most difficult thing to do, how can three or two glasses of light wine can rival it".

I love prose more. The prose lies in the author's rich imagination, strong appeal, and the lyrics are often fascinating and touching. With its ethereal and illusory, with a detailed description, it outlines the wonderful world of fantasy and makes people indulge in the hearts and souls of people. In this world, I once heard the "Song of the Songs" with Zhu Ziqing, and I saw the red in the West Garden, and the little tears. I have crossed the "Triples" and spent the "Sorrow in September and Fall into the River" to understand how much is in the dream? 》. The heart has also followed Sanmao in the world, went to the Sahara Desert, and I shared the feeling of loneliness with Roland.

In the book, I broke free from the shackles of the world. He used the mystery of insight, the philosophy of comprehension, and the mystery of sentiment. Wash the lead for the soul. Let it no longer be embarrassed, no longer confused, no longer credit, a mirror of heart, only for books; heart as water, only for books. There is no worldly confusion in the book, no embarrassment. Only books and me. Only he, she, and it in the book. I grew up with books, grew up in stories, and grew up in books.

The second day: Yueyang Tower